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But he staggered up, and packed me off, With a dozen stumbles and falls
But he staggered up, and packed me off, With a dozen stumbles and falls
But he staggered up, and packed me off, With a dozen stumbles and falls
(American, 1882 - 1945)

But he staggered up, and packed me off,
With a dozen stumbles and falls

Alternate Title(s)
  • Negro Carrying a Wounded Man
Oil on canvas
1912
32 × 24 7/8 in. (81.3 × 63.2 cm)
SUPP2000.464
location unknown
Not on view
"He falls to buckin' sincere and conscientious up there among the benches"
"He falls to buckin' sincere and conscientious up there among the benches"
N.C. Wyeth
1904
Dropping one of the sage-hens I asked the man behind me to pick it up. As he was groping for it I pulled one of my Colt's revolvers, and hit him over the head. He dropped senseless. // "Wheeling about I saw that the other man, hearing the fall, had turned, his hand upon his revolver. It was no time for argument. I fired and killed him."
Dropping one of the sage-hens I asked the man behind me to pick it up. As he was groping for it I pulled one of my Colt's revolvers, and hit him over the head. He dropped senseless. // "Wheeling about I saw that the other man, hearing the fall, had turned, his hand upon his revolver. It was no time for argument. I fired and killed him."
N.C. Wyeth
1916
Brinton's Falls
Brinton's Falls
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1905
The Battle at Glens Falls Each of the combatants threw all his energies into that effort, and the result was, that both tottered on the brink of the precipice
The Battle at Glens Falls Each of the combatants threw all his energies into that effort, and the result was, that both tottered on the brink of the precipice
N.C. Wyeth
1919
Under the Falls, Catskills Mountains
Under the Falls, Catskills Mountains
Winslow Homer
1872
He staggered to his feet and gazed wildly about him
He staggered to his feet and gazed wildly about him
N.C. Wyeth
1907
The little cockle dipped into the swell and staggered under every gust of wind
The little cockle dipped into the swell and staggered under every gust of wind
N.C. Wyeth
1916
At the same moment the door behind Radcliffe crashed open and a dozen men crowded in, rifles in hand.
At the same moment the door behind Radcliffe crashed open and a dozen men crowded in, rifles in hand.
N.C. Wyeth
1912
Image Not Available for In ten seconds his gun was leveled in their gaping faces. "Back!" he yelled, his blue eyes black like a maniac's; "fall back!"
In ten seconds his gun was leveled in their gaping faces. "Back!" he yelled, his blue eyes black like a maniac's; "fall back!"
N.C. Wyeth
1917
The last morning Rowena came to my fire and, snatching the spider from me, took the job off my hands, baking the cakes while I ate
The last morning Rowena came to my fire and, snatching the spider from me, took the job off my hands, baking the cakes while I ate
N.C. Wyeth
1921
They trampled over me as they drove our men off the field.
They trampled over me as they drove our men off the field.
N.C. Wyeth
1921
He stopped two or three steps up and sang me a little song-quite like the old Dave
He stopped two or three steps up and sang me a little song-quite like the old Dave
N.C. Wyeth
1913